Love in Paris (The Art Models Club Book 4) by Amanda Meadows Read Free Book Online

me that we can go to sleep when we get back,” Amber said, her voice weary.
    “ I think we're safe if we sleep now,” Hunter said. “We might wake up insanely early tomorrow but that will be fine. I'm on my last legs myself.”
    Amber increased her pace. Sleep! She had never been so excited to go to bed in her life. When they got back to the room, she quickly undressed down to her tee shirt and panties. She made a beeline for the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth and using the toilet in record time. She didn't even wait for Hunter to get ready. She simply slid into the bed, stretched out with a groan and shut her eyes.
    A few minutes later she sensed Hunter in the bed with her. He felt for her face and kissed her gently. “Good night, gorgeous. I love you.”
    “ I love you too,” murmured Amber. And with that she finally drifted into a deep slumber.

     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    Amber woke up not knowing where she was. She bolted upright, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She felt in the bed for Hunter but he wasn't there. After a few moments, she saw the nightlight from the bathroom. Oh, yeah. Paris. Hotel. But where was Hunter?
    Sliding out of the bed, she squinted at the clock. It was only four o'clock in the morning. But they had gone to bed before seven o'clock the evening before. She had slept solidly for nine hours straight. After a quick stop in the bathroom she headed to the living room.
    Hunter was lying on the sofa as he surfed through channels on the television. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. As usual, he was barefoot.
    “ Anything good on?” she asked, startling him.
    “ Hey, baby! I didn't wake you, did I?”
    Amber shook her head and snuggled next to him on the sofa.
    “Nope, I slept like a baby all night. Guess my body just feels rested enough to get up.”
    Hunter sat up and clicked the television off.
    “Are you hungry? I was just thinking about ordering room service.”
    Amber felt her stomach start to rumble.
    “Famished,” she said. “What are you planning to get?”
    “ Eggs, bacon, waffles, the works,” Hunter said. “That sandwich we had last night vaporized hours ago.”
    “ Sounds good.”
    She noticed Hunter's wet hair and realized that he had already showered. She couldn't believe she hadn't heard him getting up or the shower running.
    “I think I'll go hop in the shower while you order. Can you get some hot tea and orange juice as well?”
    Hunter already had the phone out but he nodded.
    Amber padded to the bathroom, slipped off her things and got into the luxurious shower. The weird thing was that she was getting used to this luxury. She wasn't sure if that was such a good thing. But on the flip side, it would be ridiculous not to enjoy it while she had the opportunity. After she got out, she dried her hair but only slipped on a pair of comfortable pajamas and slippers. She didn't feel like getting fully dressed yet.
    Half an hour later, they were eating a delicious hot breakfast at the small table in the living room while Hunter pored over a French newspaper. To his credit, he had purchased her an English version as well. Amber made a note to herself to start studying her French book as soon as possible.
    After breakfast, Hunter disappeared into the bedroom. When Amber followed him to get her French study guide, she could hear him brushing his teeth. She looked in the closet and found a shelf with extra blankets and pillows. Grabbing one of each, she carried them to the sofa in the living room and set up a comfortable nook to study. Armed with a cup of Earl Grey tea, she got to work.
    She heard Hunter come back in a little bit later.
    “Good idea,” she thought she heard him mutter.
    But when she looked up, he was already disappearing back into the bedroom. He returned a few minutes later and she smiled as she noticed he was making his own little cocoon on the other end of the sofa. Then she returned to her book. She heard him clicking